By a lonely Irish ward, I heard an infant wailing “Mammy, they said they’re taking me away, For the people repealed the 8th To be cut in pieces is my fate Mammy, save me, or I’ll never see the light of day!” Cruel, cold, the knives of Athenry Where mothers see their terrified infants die! In this extermination wing There are no dreams or songs left to sing It’s so lonely round the wards of Athenry. By a lonely prison … Continue reading The Knives of Athenry: A Not So Humorous Satire on an Irish Folk Ballad